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Reminiscing About My (13 year old) Baby


We got the notice yesterday around 8:30 am EST that the wife of a longtime friend of ours (we like her, too) was in labor. Exciting news considering he’s two years older at 40, and we’ve been parents for 13 years. Then this morning around 7:30 we got the news that little Isaac Gregory was born around 6:51 am CST, and both my husband and I have been struck with a consuming case of nostalgia.

Peyton, born on Pi Day (March 14), 1998.

As a matter of fact, I was talking to the mini me about it yesterday … childbirth, that is. He blanched, but was curious. He likes to hear stories of when he was a baby, and about my husband and I when we were younger. He said: “I don’t know how you did it mom. Just seems like it would’ve hurt real bad.” I told him the truth: “I had a great pregnancy and was lucky to not every be sick or out of commission. But I won’t lie to you–in those last two weeks I really started to panic because I knew I had to go through labor and begged your daddy to do it for me. It was like trying to suck a watermelon through a straw.” He laughed.

Elementary Peyton, with his radical little self.

The days and weeks of a new baby have been passing through my memory like a movie. It’s so surreal to see it all again, so crisp and clear like it’s happening now. The fear I had about handling the baby; before my own child was born, the youngest kid I’d ever held was probably two. Thanks to my husband, who grew up on a street that had 13 kids born while he was in high school, for showing me I was doing it right. The panic I would feel in those initial weeks when I realized we were in charge of a new life. Holy cow. The sheer joy that filled my heart to bursting when I held my child in my arms. The contentment and happiness I felt through my years of nursing (what can I say, I was La Leche), feeling his little ribcage expanding with his breaths, and the flutter of his little heartbeat against my body.

Seventh grade Peyton is a fierce competitor on the soccer field, whip smart and hysterical.

Today was Peyton’s last Friday of seventh grade. With his year-round school schedule, his days are a little skewed from the norm, and when he finishes his last day on Thursday next week he’ll have just one week out before eighth grade starts. I foresee a small panic attack with that milestone, because his next first day of school will be high school. I don’t know how he continues to mature when I don’t age a day. Sigh … I love parenthood. I love my husband more and more everyday for contributing 50% to my status of motherhood. Yes, some days are challenging, but 98% of them are spectacular and exciting and interesting and humbling. My mother used to tell me: “I couldn’t have picked a better child if I had gone to the baby store.” And I tell it to Peyton. I mean it; I couldn’t have a better son.

So welcome to the world Isaac Gregory. You are the best thing to ever happen to your parents.


Author: Dolly R. Sickles

Writer, mother, wife, adventurer, agent of change, advocate, ally, volunteer, instructor ... I'm never bored. I write contemporary romance and romantic suspense under the name Becky Moore, and children’s literature under the name Dolly Dozier. You can also check me out at MacMillan Publishing’s Heroes & Heartbreakers, where I’m a romance blogger. During the fall and spring, you can find me in the classroom teaching other folks how to follow their dreams or how to fund their community outreach at Wake Technical Community College, and Central Carolina Community College. During the summer and at random times during the year, I'm out adventuring with my family.

3 thoughts on “Reminiscing About My (13 year old) Baby

  1. This was absolutely lovely! While I hit the jack-pot on my one and only child I didn’t do too bad in the son-in-law and grandson department either 🙂 My small family means the world to me and each day is a blessing. Thank you Dolly for being the person you are and sharing your humor and heart with those around you. Love ya!

  2. You’re so right about that, Conswella. I enjoy watching Kristopher grow through your FB posts; I can’t believe he graduated! I remember seeing a much younger version of him while we were at S&R. Bittersweet doesn’t really cover it, does it? On the one hand I’m so thankful for how well he’s growing and learning and becoming such a fine young man, but on the other I want to hit pause and keep him from growing any more. And if I could tape my eyes open I would. 🙂

  3. oh dolly, you know i teared up while reading this! the best advice i can give you is to relish and live in every moment because it happens so fast. you wake up one morning and they are graduated from high school and heading off to college in a few months. your only. ugh. that’s me right now. it’s bittersweet. enjoy it and congratulations to the new parents. tell them-don’t blink!

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